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 *** Werewolves and Vampires II: Gameplay Thread ***
Werewolves and Vampires
“I love strawberries!” BennyLaRue exclaimed with glee as he plucked another juicy berry from the patch. “In my belly belly you go-y go-y,” he sang as he plopped it in his mouth. Not missing a beat, his stained crimson fingers plucked another berry and dropped it in his bucket. “Wufwugy loves strawberries too! I'll pick some for him!”
“Leave some for me,” came a voice from behind BennyLaRue, startling him. Benny abruptly turned around, losing a few from his bucket. He saw a figure standing in the shadows of overhanging trees, but his look of fright quickly turned to a smile when he recognized who it was.
“Hi, a500lbgorilla! Have you come to pick strawberries with me?” Benny asked.
“I sure have, my friend,” a500lbgorilla said as he stepped out from beneath the shadows. Benny grinned as Rilla began walking towards him. “Would you show me your favorite patch, Benny?” said Rilla.
“Of course, I will,” said Benny. With renewed joy, he swiftly turned about, clamoring through the strawberry patches. He was so excited to be picking strawberries with Rilla that he didn't even notice several berries falling out of his bucket as it flailed by his side. Upon reaching his favorite patch, with a feeling of pride he stood tall and puffed out his chest. “This is the bestest patch there ever was, Rilla,” he said as he turned back towards Rilla. “You can take as much as you waAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Rilla lunged upon him and sunk his teeth into the neck of his poor, unwitting prey. Benny could only stare helplessly at the sky as claws buried into his abdomen. His mind racing with thoughts of betrayal quickly clouded as his body was crushed under the strength of his attacker. As Rilla's jaws clenched more tightly around Benny's throat, Benny could only think of what would have happened if Wufwugy had been here to save him. But the thought vanished as Rilla violently ripped out the side of Benny's neck then let him fall lifelessly to the ground. Blood dripping from his mouth, Rilla swallowed the contents whole and crouched to the body of his victim to begin feeding
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He sat up and pushed her to the side, turning his head towards the woods, staring into them intently.
“What is it?” she gasped as she grabbed his arm, her breasts heaving. She received no answer. After several seconds, he jumped to his feet, startling her.
“Do not be startled,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “Wait for me at your sister's tent. I won't be long.” With that, he darted towards the woods, disappearing from her sight.
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Rilla had finished his meal and was walking back towards the village. He always liked Benny, but he liked food more. The time had come to gather his brethren for the Great Feast of The Village. But he knew he must be careful because he was not the only dangerous creature in the lands. He had always heard tales of pale men with long black hair falling the length of their waists. Men with physical strength even his kind did not possess, and an equal thirst for blood. He had encountered one of these men a while back after a fresh kill. A pale man always seemed to appear sometime after he made a kill. But Rilla wasn't afraid of him and his kind. He thought little of their superhuman strength and sharp teeth, for his kind grew claws, an armor of protective fur, and much sharper teeth on a moments notice.
Just then he saw one of the pale men appear from a grove of trees, slowly walking towards him. Rilla could not tell which pale man it was this time because he was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and looking at the ground. “Welllllll,” said Rilla, as he began walking towards the man. “I didn't think you had it in you.”
“I'm your strawberry,” said the man as he raised his head, looking directly at Rilla. Suddenly, Rilla's eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks. He realized it wasn't one of the pale men, but Wufwugy. “Why, Johnny Werewolf,” Wufwugy continued, “you look like somebody just walked over your grave.”
The words were met with a snarl. Rilla's body began shaking; his clothing tore as thick brown fur blasted through. His face turned to a maw lined with large teeth and claws cut through the tips of his fingers, each as long as the fingers themselves. The transformation complete, Rilla released a loud growl hoping to unsettle his foe. But Wufwugy did not flinch. Undeterred, Rilla quickly crouched, setting for an assault.
“I didn't know you were a southpaw,” said Wufwugy as he nodded towards Rilla's feet, noting how they were staggered.
“Southpaw? More like Southclaw!” exclaimed Rilla as he leapt forward. His canine limbs propelled him off the ground at a speed matched by no human. Maw gaping, his claw swung for the kill at Wufwugy's neck, but just as he was about to land, a glint of light hit his eye. Wufwugy dropped to a knee and Rilla saw the steel flash. The beast felt a sting across his chest as he flew over Wufwugy and slammed into the ground behind him. He thought 'twas but a scratch until he tried to climb back to his feet. The pain seared through his chest; he glanced down to a pool of blood. His breath shortened and he tried to lift himself from the ground, but found all his strength had gushed from his chest onto the forest floor. With the last of his might he looked to Wufwugy standing above him, the setting sun peering through the trees at his back. Rilla felt the world enclose around him as he watched the streaming red drip from Wufwugy's katana.
Wufwugy wiped his blade clean across the beast's lifeless body and sheathed it behind his back. He could only carry a short blade from there, but he never found he needed more than that. He turned to the direction of The Village, pondered for a moment upon those heaving breasts waiting for him back at The Village, but then turned away and began walking deeper into the forest. As he disappeared into the darkness, he could be heard muttering under his breath, “Everybody gets one.”
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A shadow cast over the dead body. The silhouette of a man was barely visible as the last of the scattered sun's rays shone through the trees.
“Weak dog,” he scoffed, not even bothering to kick the beast to see if there was any life left in him. A sudden breeze hit the man, blowing his long black hair to the side. The breeze had come from the direction of The Village, which the man focused his attention towards.
“It is time,” he said. His dreary face cracked a smile, revealing his stark white canines.
The Village
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Baddy Roles
3 Werewolves
1 Turncoat Werewolf
3 Vampires
1 Turncoat Vampire
Villager Roles
1 Sorcerer
1 Seer
1 Vigilante
1 Necromancer
8 Regular Villagers
Description of Roles
Werewolves are a baddy team that can communicate with each other through PM or something like Skype. They get a kill every odd night starting on Night 1. Their winning condition is all vampires and turncoat vampire are dead and they equal at least the same number of villagers
The Turncoat Werewolf knows who all the wolves are, but they do not know who he is. He cannot communicate with the wolves outside of the game. He counts as a villager, but his winning condition is the same as the werewolves.
Vampires are a separate baddy team that can communicate with each other through PM or something like Skype. They get a kill every even night starting on Night 2. Their winning condition is all werewolves and turncoat werewolf are dead and they equal at least the same number of villagers
The Turncoat Vampire knows who all the vampires are, but they do not know who he is. He cannot communicate with the vampires outside of the game. He counts as a villager, but his winning condition is the same as the vampires.
The Sorcerer is a villager special role who acts each night by choosing a player. If the wolves or vampires also target that player on that night, that player dies as well as one of the random wolves or vampires on the team that killed the player. The sorcerer cannot choose him/herself. His winning condition is the same as every village role i.e. every baddy (wolves and vamps) is dead.
The Seer is a villager special role who acts every odd night starting with Night 1. He chooses a player then I tell him the role of that player
The Vigilante is a villager special role who acts every even night starting with Night 2. The player he chooses dies
The Necromancer is a villager special role who acts once any night after the Day 1 lynch. The player he chooses can be only a dead regular villager or special, who is revived and acts as a full regular villager who cannot be lynched or killed at night, and he dies at the end of the day after the Necromancer dies.
I typed this up before assigning roles, so there is nothing to infer from word choices or whatever
I hope this gametype isn't too imba. The first wolves vs vamps game had too weak of baddies, so I tried to even it out more.
PMs have been sent out. I have not chosen an end time for Day 1 yet.
The Village sees BennyLaRue has died and fear the Werewolves and Vampires are the cause. Day 1 has begun. 11 votes to lynch
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